An unexpectedly fascinating book. Troubled relationships and train rides, turned into a solidly good read. Tessa Hadley is a writer to follow.
After finishing the first story and starting to read a second, at the beginning I did not understand why such a construction of the book, it would seem that this story should be the first. But then, gradually you understand why such structure.
If not for the remarkable poetic and romantic, sometimes unnecessary, descriptions of feelings, this book is - so-so. No reason for so many delightful reviews. Yes, she writes gracefully. But the theme of the book - that is unworthy of that.
Perpetual search for meaning of life, that is leading to step over the "dead" bodies of others, so to speak, trying to justify at times swinish behavior, in short, what happens with many so called intellectuals, who have a lot of time not only for indulging their souls with thinking, but also to satisfy their desire of changing routine in their lives, they do not to pay attention how it affects others, who love them unselfishly and unconditionally.
And in the end, only one conclusion - do not look for passion and love beyond what you have already. Appreciate those who love you, no matter what.
Many sentences are packed with subtle social observations. These make The London Train a somewhat demanding read, but also a very rewarding one. The story—despite avoiding melodrama, which I appreciate—focuses on two people who hurt their spouses by basically leaving them in the lurch. This tests how forgiving the reader is to characters acting so badly. The first sentence of this book echoes the first sentence of Camus’s The Stranger. The emotional repercussions of losing one’s mother provide the primary justification for our heroes’ irresponsible ways.
"A sophisticated read about unexpected detours en route to uncertain destinations."
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